Every Valley, by Charles King. Pub 2024.

In our last year at university, my friend and I joined the University Singers, an amateur choral group supporting the more advanced singers within the School of Music. I think we saw a poster advertising the group’s plan to perform Handel’s Messiah that fall, and so we signed up. Thus began a lifelong love of... Continue Reading →

Knife, by Salman Rushdie. Pub 2024

I have only ever read one Salman Rushdie before – East, West, published in 1994. I don’t recall much about it, other than where and when I bought it – in 1994, in London. My copy is autographed by the author, something I thought extraordinary since he was still very much in hiding at that... Continue Reading →

Trio, by William Boyd. Pub 2021

There was much praise and hype about this book in the past few years, and after my enjoyment of Any Human Heart, and a few of Boyd's other novels read as audiobooks (Solo, Love is Blind, Sweet Caress, Restless), I bought this one last year and got around to it now. Briefly, the story follows a... Continue Reading →

Item #31: Robyn Mug

In a holiday tidy-up of my desk, I repatriated some mugs from their roles as pen-holders to their proper place in the kitchen cupboard. This one I call the Robyn Mug for obvious reasons. The mug comes from one of those paint-your-own-pottery places called Crankpots (the Vancouver location is no longer operating). As a team... Continue Reading →

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